it's a little tiny town about an hour outside of banska bystrica. just a teeny village with a store, a city hall, and about 10 houses around it. every time i'm there i feel like i'm going to see a seven-year-old boy walk out in front of me with a shotgun and tell me about how his farther has instructed him to shoot anyone who is from the bank, or about how he has just recently "knicked" the census man. anyway, one of the members in the branch here lives in this little town, so we go out there to help her on her little farm sometimes over the weekends. it's pretty fun work sometimes. i don't know what it is about manual labor, but there is just a pretty good feeling of satisfaction that comes from doing it. this week we took the hatchet and chopped up a bunch of firewood. elder smith and i had quite a bit of fun doing that. even though i got a pretty rough pain in my knuckles that was reminiscent of the pain i got after a long session of batting practice in my baseball playing days, it was still (for whatever reason) quite a bit of fun. so, if anyone needs some firewood chopped, elder smith and i would be more than happy to oblige.
maj'te sa
sam
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